Do you want to?
I always thought that I would love to have another 'surprise' baby. Of my three, two of them were 'surprises', but I was young then. As I have embraced (ha ha) middle age I have harboured the secret dream that one day an ingenious little egg would find a way past the clips and make me a Mummy again. Today that insane desire has gone, I accept that I am too old. When Jack's Mummy works he comes and stays with Nanny. The first day and night is fine, we bounce endlessly to Franz Ferdinand (his favourite), I crawl, in a most unseemly manner, around the floor with him on my back, and we practise our roly-polys until I have a headache and/or a bruised back. It's the next day that ruins me. I have never been an early bird, even when mine were babies I would not rise from my pit until at least 8am, so Jack's 6.30 starts are a bad beginning to the day, and it gets worse. The energy I had the day before lies dormant, but his is undiminished. Today was bad. He found the repeat button on the C.D player and if I hear FF asking me if I want to, again, I shall scream. He fell asleep at lunchtime, and I left him, in his highchair, whilst I collapsed on the sofa. Bad move. When he woke he was horrid, really horrid. Grumpy, weepy, clinging to me like a little koala and throwing one tantrum after another. He had just recovered, and was brushing my hair for me, when his Mummy arrived to collect him. Apparently I should have put him in his cot, he doesn't like falling asleep anywhere else. I didn't like to explain that I was so happy to be able to put my feet up for half an hour that I didn't want to risk disturbing him. Boy, did I pay for that mistake.
Anyway, do I want to? No. Now I know why Grandparents always say their role is lovely, 'cos you can give them back'. We obviously have all had that secret fertility dream, would like the joy of another baby, but once we look after the Grandchildren realize that 24/7 would kill us. Perhaps Hubby should have the 'snip' just in case there is an athletic little egg planning it's route. Mind you, every cell in my body is knackered at the moment..... so I should be safe.
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(19.10.05 17:41) "Oh but they are such a joy aren't they?" (That usually comes somewhere between "cos you can give them back" and "if he breaks another DVD case I'll throttle him"). Babies are tiring no matter what your age, I think younger mums are just better at hiding it. Anyway never say never! Oh and Eliott is a big Franz fan too - although I get a bit disturbed at the way he gleefully responds to Mr. Ferdinand when he poses the question "do you wanna go where I've never let you before?" In terms of appropriateness it reminds me of when I was 10 and did a dance to Madonna's "Like a Virgin" and my Gran nearly had heart failure... |
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(19.10.05 18:24) All so true. It must be the beat in FF that they enjoy. In the days before baby car seats my 3 year old son son stood between the front seats and serenaded me with 'Lets get physical', poor man is frequently reminded of that. |
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(20.10.05 16:03) get him snipped and live life to the FULL |
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(20.10.05 18:58) snip on!! |
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(27.10.05 22:16) I absolutely adore being a grandma. I always told my kids that someday their evil little ways would come back and bite them in the ass and surprise I am the bringer of revenge. I spoil the little darlings rotten and before I send them home, I sugar them up properly!!!! |
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(28.10.05 02:15) 5 Grandchildren?? And you still find time & energy to blog. Wow. |